*Miao ties a red ribbon around her neck in an oversized bow-tie and sits down to wait for Kit.*

_________________"I just want to know why guys will talk about boobs, but rarely talk about anything else when it comes to girls! What makes them talk about boobs? What makes boobs so interesting?"
"Because talking about vaginas is even less socially acceptable."

"S'not fair to make me ride in there. I'm older than you. You should go in the backpack." Miao simply laughed and patted his head, the lil Inu-boy sulking before using his sharp claws to climb up the wall, hiding in the rafters.

*Miao sighs, smiling fondly, as she wills her fuzzy blankie into her hand. She curls up next to Kit, covering them both with her blankie*

Silly Bakaboy...

_________________"I just want to know why guys will talk about boobs, but rarely talk about anything else when it comes to girls! What makes them talk about boobs? What makes boobs so interesting?"
"Because talking about vaginas is even less socially acceptable."

The glowing tip of a lit cigarette is the first indication of his presence. Vandal steps into the room, leaving the shadowed entrance behind.

"Yer a hard kid to shop for Kitsune. Think I got somethin here though you might like. " Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, he retrieves a small metallic case and tosses it to Kit to catch. A few seconds later, te box snapped open at the boy's touch revealing a small metallic bracelet, an unknown language etched around the entirety of the interior.

"So... what is it?"

"It's a last ditch effort. There's no such thing as the most powerful. There's always someone who's gonna be more of a badass than you are. Some of us learn that lesson hard. That there is for when you finally meet that person. There is a race of creatures, caleld the Xepheliumin. Only people known to have breached what we call reality. Possible exception being tt fellow from Hyperspace. Anyways, they owed me a favor. That's where I got that little toy. Put it on."

Hesitantly, Kit slips it around his wrist, unsure of what would happen. the metal shimmered, and suddenly felt nearly burning cold against Kitsune's skin. And then it was gone, unseeable, unfeelable. "It's melded with you now. Nothing will ever happen with it unless you command. Mental command, of course. It's a teleporter of sorts. You activate it, you vanish. And you can carry one other with you as well. Way it was explained to me, it pulls you out of reality. Into what they call, unreality. Doesn't make much sense to me in the least, but I've seen it work. You'll come back into our reality shortly thereafter. Random place though, never know where you'll end up. Simple as that. Hope you never have to use it. "

Vandal turned and walked back to wards the door. Pausing beside a largish cooler that never seems to leave the place, he kicks it open, and snags a pair of cans from inside. tossing one of the Guiness's to Kit, he nods and smiles at the pair, and heads back into the shadows.

_________________"Like a game of pick up sticks,
played by fucking lunatics"

Kitsune rubbed his wrist, the memory of that *chill* serving as a damper, even though his wrist was already warm to the touch . . . A teleporter, Vandal said? Hm. He also said the location was completely random. Last-ditch efforts . . . disturbing. But . . . it was a source of cross-dimensional travel that Hyperspace couldn't track, so . . . it'll be worth it, somewhere down the line. Since Bifrosting had become too unstable and dangerous, and his abilities seemed to be winding down for some strange reason . . . yes, Vandal knew exactly what to get him, didn't he?

Kit sighed. Sometimes, having friends who had friends who knew everything could get a little disturbing.

While Kit was occupied with this train of thought, Actor walked in, distracting him.

And when the resulting spectacle was over, Kitsune was too weirded out to think about it anymore.

"Oh, ye gods . . . Isaac Asimov in a tutu. Actor, that was something I hope never to see again."

But then, he smiled. "Although, I think I'd enjoy talking to him about the next Foundation book . . . and if I have anything to say about it . . . he *will* write another Foundation book."

(OOC: w00t, fun birthday. And these presents should be interesting, too.)

Clay staggered up from under what might have once been some kind of couch.

Clay: "Noooo... not another foundation book!"

He said, waving a bottle of what looked like bourbon.

Clay: "Tell him to develop a chjaracter for once!"

_________________We used to play for silver, Now we play for life.
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife, Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall,
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all, Not with all...

A: Okay, we have Pokey. Four hundred boxes.
Beer, 24 crates of Victoria Bitter for everyone else and a Guiness for me, 198 crates of Vodka.. Good, good.
Asimov.. Asimov, get back here, we need you to run the bar.

/Issac Asimov, still dressed in a tutu is looking rather uncomfortable.
I: Please, just let me go back to the afterlife, I was having a blast, Einstein and Newton were having fist fight with Jesus over the advantages of wearing pants.

A: Get behind the Bar Asimov, you an have some pokey.
/Asimov grabs some Pokey and gets behind the bar.

A: Lets see, some Coke and orange juice for those people that don't drink, 45 bottles of each, good. A cake with eight naked girls inside.
/Looking at the Cake Actor pulls out a shotgun.

*Kit rounds up his presents (minus Asimov) and throws them into KitSei. He stops, pauses for a moment, gets some normal clothing, and tosses them at the tutu-wearing Russian.*

Put that on. Chris'll kill you if he sees you in a tutu, or at least he might mistake you for Treespeaker if he gets too drunk, and I'd rather you NOT get yourself killed. Need that book written, after all.

_________________"We Legion know what it be like to be warjack. When death comes, I die bleeding oil and sparks like metal brothers. When death comes, I die in steam." - Deidric Harkinos, veteran of the Man-O-War Legion

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